"Baroness Voss? How could I forget about her? She's also an apprentice, right, Teacher?" Ethan asks.
He has heard of Baroness Maristella Voss long before stepping into the world of magic.
Ethan once lived briefly in the Kingdom of Valestria, the Baroness's homeland. Her name carries weight there. She is not merely a noble. She is admired. Revered. Discussed constantly in high society and common streets alike.
When he later discovered that she was also an apprentice under the Custodian order, he had been genuinely surprised.
"Oh, that's right. You lived in Valestria before," Isabelle replies. "Of course you would know her. Or at least know of her. Yes. That Baroness."
Her lips thin slightly.
"Then you also know her personality is… peculiar."
Isabelle is not particularly fond of Baroness Voss.
Not for political reasons.
Not even for magical reasons.
It is far more superficial than that.
Maristella Voss's physical appearance does not match her declared age.
